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Leighton Meester and Ben Barnes By The Gun (2014)

#{ otp . darklina ( thinking bout your knuckles at my thighs boy ) }

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I’m not afraid of dying. It’s far worse for those left behind.

1.02 ‘The Uprising’

thewxnderer

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#{ otp . darklina ( thinking bout your knuckles at my thighs boy ) }

ava-sharpe

ENDLESS GIFS OF: SARA LANCE ♡ Legends of Tomorrow → 5x13

#{ sara lance . flying like a cannonball falling to the earth }#{ aesthetic . sara ( you made a vow ) }#{ appearance . sara ( heavy as a feather when you hit the dirt ) }#{ ooc . queue ( back to the future part queue ) }

ripous ( ELSA )

Elsa had lost just about everything and the one she blamed for that were all related to Diana. She never asked to be ripped from her home and made to serve her people she loathed. Perhaps Diana herself didn’t play any part in that but she wasn’t trying to change anything either. In her mind that just made her just as guilty. Quietly taking note of her posture and briefly thinking even when defensive she looked beautiful as ever. A fact that truly irked Elsa but she couldn’t understand why.

“Well you are just the same. So maybe get off your high horse and come back to the ground princess.”

Diana didn’t know how to make the amends Elsa needed. Honestly, didn’t even know if she wanted to make them. There was so much bad blood between their two families. She saw something in Elsa’s eyes that almost made her regret the nasty roiling emotions in the pit of her stomach, but as soon as she saw it-- Elsa opened the vicious ( and perfectly formed ) mouth of hers. Diana crossed her arms over her chest, stepping forward and using her considerable height to tower over the Bloodstone heir.

“Make me, if you are so tough.”

#{ diana prince . i miss the days my mind would just rest quiet }#wow #she really just did that petty child shit #diana vc ; who started it!#{ threads . diana ( i used to let my words wax poetic ) }#{ verse . diana ( tbd ) }#{ opposite . ripous ( elsa bloodstone ) }#{ ooc . queue ( back to the future part queue ) }

starryxherces ( HERA )

“Some days.” The queen sighed, looking out over Mount Olympus with a heavy heart. “I wish I had never married Zeus.” It was a quiet admittance, one that she didn’t tell many people often but it was also one that she was ashamed of. She was the goddess of marriage but sometimes it felt like her own marriage was falling apart.

“And yet some days, I wish we had another war so I could take up the sword again and let out all of my frustrations on our enemies.”

Sure, she knew things were going on with them. Everyone did. But it was typically something that they all pretended wasn’t happening. Maybe it was good, though, for Hera to let it out-- clear the air, as it were. “You didn’t know how was going to be... impossible.” She soothed, with an apologetic, even sheepish, smile. “I could talk to Eris see if she has a spare golden apple to throw around.”

#{ hecate . you dont own me }#{ threads . hecate ( dont put me on display ) }#{ ooc . queue ( back to the future part queue ) }#{ verse . hecate ( tbd ) }#{ opposite . starryxherces ( hera ) }

zoya-nazyalenskys-archive

ASOIAF MINOR LADIES WEEK • day one: The North

I am no southron lady but a woman of the free folk. I know the forest better then all your black-cloaked rangers. It holds no ghosts for me.

#{ cirilla fiona elen riannon . i promse we are not mean }#{ appearance . cirilla ( everyone a rager ) }#{ ooc . queue ( back to the future part queue ) }

dionadaiir:

Velaris was always nice in the spring time. The air was fresh and crisp and the city was bustling–even more so now that it acquired a High Lady–a thing never heard of. When Eden heard the news of it, he scantly believed it; and wondered if the welcomed change would catch on.

Paradise Lost was nestled in the heart of the city, just a few blocks from Rita’s and the ginger fae had begun his preparations for opening. While Rita’s had the utmost excellence for dancing– Paradise Lost was a place to relax with jazzy brass instruments and pianofortes echoing their melodies through the velvet red walls, brimming the atmosphere in a place of contentment and decency.

He was just going over inventory when he felt a presence he hadn’t before. Arching a brow, he pivoted to see a young fae maiden. He neglected to keep his door closed–rather having the wonderful Velaris breeze billowing into the club.

He looked down at her with an inquisitive expression.

“ Ye lost, lass? The pub’s nae open yet. Though this type oof scene dinna seem yer type.”

Elain had found herself drawn to the river’s lazy running during the early morning hours. It had led her to all of her favorite places in Velaris. The little cafe where she had tea most afternoons. The shop where Feyre finally got to explore her painting. ( how shabby those paints seemed now, when she had spent everything she had on the gift for her sister ) It the Sidra, littering like a sapphire, that tempted her further than she had been the days before-- and almost directly into the Paradise Lost.

A chord of melancholy ran through her as if someone had plucked a string in her chest that held all of the ‘what ifs’ and ‘if onlys’ every missed chance taken by the Cauldron. Her happiness, her paradise had been lost. Her eyes hung on the sign until her feet pushed her forward. It had been learned the difficult way that dwelling on such thoughts did very little to help them, so Elain did the only thing she could-- move forward.

Until she was hovering in the doorway. It was then that she heard his voice and was shaken from her introversion. “Ah-- forgive me. I felt... “

Elain shifted on her feet. One didn’t tell complete strangers that they felt drawn to enter a bar because it resonated with something inside of her. So, instead she said with an apologetic smile. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. It’s a very intriguing name. I suppose I wanted to see if the inside suited it.”

#{ elain archeron . i was too scared to jump in }#{ verse . elain ( i used to scream ferociously anytime i wanted ; post wings & ruin ) }#{ opposite . dionadaiir }#{ ooc . queue ( back to the future part queue ) }#{ threads . elain ( sweet tea in the summer ) }

evermore-fashion

Royal Black ‘The Guardian’ & ‘Dark Knight’ Custom Couture Corset

#{ wardrobe . pamela ( i can be your clown ) }#but make it green #{ wardrobe . persephone ( i’m heading straight for the castle ) }#{ wardrobe . emma ( im bitter ) }#but make it white #{ ooc . queue ( back to the future part queue ) }#fetish wear tw

trickstcrgod ( LOKI )

THE GODDESS OF MISCHIEF has never fancied Victory Parties ( such as the one she was currently attending ) . They were much too verbose & loud for her liking . But , the Allfather had DEMANDED that she at least make a brief appearance to this one . The people of Asgard would be questioning her motives if she wasn’t there to support her brother when he returned home . So , after much convincing from her beloved mother Frigga , she had put on her most ELEGANT gown & made her way down to the ballroom . But , after making the necessary introductions , she had slipped away & found SOLACE on one of the castle’s many balconies overlooking the vast , lush forest .

The night was like every other , cool & crisp . There was a slight breeze , one that ruffled her long jet-black hair , but the air was warm . Her head is tilted back ever so slightly & she’s ADMIRING the bright , shining stars overhead when a familiar voice catches her attention . Sigyn . A small smile grazes her crimson red lips as she looks over her shoulder to catch his gaze . He’s just as she remembered . Soft spoken , quiet , sweet & sincere . A rush of emotion suddenly overwhelms her , affection , longing . LOVE . He was the only man she had ever truly CARED for & being away from him for so long had been hard . But for years , they had been secretly seeing one another ( Odin FORBADE their union ) , so it hadn’t been the end of the world . They knew how to manage when apart .

“ Well , well … “ She starts , voice light & airy , FLIRTATIOUS , as she takes a step away from the edge & towards him . She’s desperate to embrace him , but refrains . Not there , not now . “ It truly has been too long . “ She looks down at her attire before doing a slight twirl in place , as if to show herself off . “ You don’t think it’s too much ? Mother INSISTED . “

He cleared his throat again. The view of the figure who occupied all of his fantasies threatened to overwhelm the battle-hardened berserker. Somehow, he managed not to reach out and touch the fabric ( and the tantalizing glimpses of skin ) — managed not to fall to his knees and offer eternal service until his dying day— managed not to profess his love and ask for her hand in marriage.

( Odin had been clear on that issue. )

His smile was entirely sincere as he forced himself to speak. Staring openly like a buffoon for too long was certainly not a turn on. “I concur.” He drawled, shoving his thumbs in the leather belt of his sheath, the better to keep them to himself.

“Far too long.” He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss in greeting to her cheek. Using the closeness to murmur quietly, “Too much? It is either far too much or not nearly enough, you wicked creature.”

#{ opposite . trickstcrgod }#{ verse . sigyn ( lord sigyn ) }#{ sigyn . i am teaching myself how to be free }#{ ooc . queue ( back to the future part queue ) }#{ threads . sigyn ( and people just untie themselves ) }

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#{ wishlist }#{ ooc . queue ( back to the future part queue ) }#just #give it to me

At the slight glint towards her more sardonic moods, Rhysand couldn’t help the instinct to wrap his arm more tightly around her shoulders. He pressed just strongly enough to reassure himself that she was safe. She didn’t need protection, was more than capable of protecting herself, but Rhysand wanted to shield her from the things that ever made her feel unloved. If only because he’d leave her to seek revenge for herself— she was owed that and so much more.

“The sentiment is very mutual, my Cursebreaker,”

he murmured, turning to face her. His hand pressing against the pale skin of her cheek. Violet eyes alive with every wicked thought in the mind behind them.

@starryxherces ‘s feyre & rhysand !

#{ appearance . rhysand ( let me feel these highs and lows ) }#{ opposite . starryxherces ( feyre archeron ) }#{ verse . rhysand ( a court of mist and fury ; taste these highs and lows ) }#{ threads . rhysand ( i am to young to feel this numb ) }#{ ooc . queue ( back to the future part queue ) }

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Megan Fox in NEW GIRL: 5x06 - Reagan

#wow #{ skillset . carol ( i am trying to put you in the worst mood ) }#{ ooc . queue ( back to the future part queue ) }#{ bait . the ladies ( rebel girl you are the queen of my world ) }

ooc ; i am dealing with personal stuff. this blog is probably toast. Ask for disco.rd if were mutuals and youd like to keep tags on me in the coming months.

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herheroics ( MAYA )

AS SHE arrived at the hospital still in her uniform, the captain looked around the hospital. She was in search of the redhead that she had saved earlier that day. They’d been called to Stark Industries where the building had an electrical fault and had caught on fire. With the building being owned by Tony Stark of all people, all the big bosses were there which meant Maya was one of the firefighters heading into the fight. She was the highest ranking on the inside and one of the highest on the outside, still with a lot of pull, the blonde didn’t mind going to fight. She hadn’t touched a fire in some time so it was glorious to get back on the action. The blonde however found herself with someone interesting. She knew exactly who she had carried out of that fire. Natasha Romanoff, also known as the Black Widow. Everyone knew of her. She wasn’t afraid of her, she was damn proud of her.

But that’s who the blonde was currently in search of. Natasha. She’d saved her from a falling beam that was on fire then gave the redhead her own mask so she could have some oxygen as she carried her outside and handed her off to a paramedic. But as she found the other’s room, Maya smiled. She definitely looked much better now. Knocking on the door, Maya waited a few moments before entering “Well, you’re definitely better looking than what you WERE BEFORE.”

For the spy it had been a decade at least since she’d let her environment get the best of her. She could master the world around her; it was the part of being the widow that no one could teach. Like a spider making her web wherever she needs one, Natasha prided herself on that skillset, but it had been absent today.

She hadn’t been able to find herself out of the maze of the building after the bomb went off a room over. She had swallowed a mountain of chalk and debris, and barely knew which way was up, when she had opened her eyes— she’d been safe in strong arms. A halo of smoke and blonde hair had hung around her savior, one she hadn’t expected to see again.

But here she was, walking into the room they refused to discharge her from. Apparently, they didn’t want an Avenger dying on their watch, and Natasha couldn’t blame them. “Ah, my hero.” She said with a cheeky smile, straightening with a wince from where she was reclining. Bruised ribs, they’re a bitch. “I have been on the other side of this enough to know I owe you my undying gratitude.”

#{ natalia romanov . keep a close watch on this heart of mine }#{ opposite . herheroics ( maya bishop ) }#{ threads . natalia ( i walk the line ) }#{ verse . natalia ( tbd ) }#{ ooc . queue ( back to the future part queue ) }

starwarsrebels

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! (insp)

#{ nina zenik . rings like a bell through the night }#{ aesthetic . nina ( you’ve never seen a woman taken by the wind ) }#{ ooc . queue ( back to the future part queue ) }

brnzm ( ZEMO )

❛ as a matter of fact, i quit enjoy having the element of surprise. i am a man full of it. ❜ he spurred his annoyance on by tapping with his leathered boots instead of his finger. ❛ a favor? well, if i’d known we would be having a splendid day filled with revelations, i would have worn a fancier outfit. i feel rather underdressed for such an occasion. from what i’ve heard and read about you, you were not a woman prone to doing favors unless they were ordered. or maybe i’ve misread but i tend to go for the right information. ❜ another sip of his drink had left the glass empty and him parched with disappointment. there was time… too much time. boredom could play vicious mind tricks. his nerves were ticking as though they followed the steady but quick tempo of the clock. ❛ they should have been back by now. ❜

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Maybe you should double check your sources.” She actively honed her focus away from the repetitive cycle of sound. Being a spy typically involved a whole myriad of annoying activities, but she would have taken any number of them to not be playing baby sitter at this moment. She smiled instead, eyes drifting to the exits. “Where I am concerned, sure, but it’s looking like on all accounts,” because he wasn’t wrong. They were late. The window of opportunity was swiftly closing. A low series of cracks from outside maybe registered to her —

gunfire and professional —

Natasha drained her glass of red, adjusted the widow’s bite on her wrists, and stood with a wry smile. “Sounds like the party is coming to us.”

#{ opposite . brnzm }#hope this shift is okay #{ natalia romanov . keep a close watch on this heart of mine }#{ threads . natalia ( i walk the line ) }#{ verse . natalia ( tbd ) }#{ ooc . queue ( back to the future part queue ) }

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